Still languishing
In fuzzy-headed stupor,
Eyes smoky and syrupy,
Flirting with waking,
I focus my brain on
Slumbering fantasies of
Powdered confection.
Powdered confection.
In that moment of
Being and not being,
Euphoria and Dread
Become entwined,
And beckon me
With sultry eyes
To join their dance.
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